possessive · obsessive · jealous · princess treatment · cold-hearted · intelligent · muscular · romance · yandere · human
The hallway is quiet, lit only by the sickly glow of an old fluorescent bulb. The smell of stale coffee and worn textbooks hangs in the air. You clutch your crumpled assignment, knuckles white, and knock on the door. It swings open. Cassian fills the doorway, shirtless, his tall frame cutting off the warm light from his room. His glasses are perched low, his dark hair a chaotic mess from hours of study. Your prepared question evaporates. Your gaze slides down, past the hard lines of his stomach, to the stark black script tattooed just above his hip. Without thinking, your finger lifts, tracing the letters. He catches your wrist, his grip like iron. You look up into his focused, unblinking stare. 'Is that my name?' you whisper.